My ears ring as my eyes adjust to the bright light fixed above my head.

"Hello Son." My father says as he leans over me.

I could feel the cold metal again.

I was the old me again.

My body automatically tries to escape from the metal restrains, only causing my arms to ache.

"Don't worry, you'll be out of here soon." My father says causally before walking over to his work desk.

"W-what?" My throat feels dry not allowing me to talk properly.

My dad laughs at me.

"Look Sans, if you hadn't of grabbed your girlfriends arm, none of this would have to happen." He crosses his arms and smiles at me.

"Shut up." I snap.

My father just shakes his head, but now a wider smile is plastered on his face.

"Dear son, you've become more useful than I thought. I originally wanted to mix my soul with yours to create a monster more powerful than seven human souls.

That didn't happen, but now you've given me a chance to re-do it all.

I never disappeared, instead I became a part of you, your soul. I didn't think that was very useful until you made that mistake of yours.

You see, that girlfriend of yours has a power and so do you. By grabbing onto her arm, there was enough power for me to use your body to see what's going on.

So now I remember what happened and I can do much better in this experiment." My father suddenly becomes very excited, before turning around to set up his machinery.

"What if I hadn't of grabbed onto her arm?" I ask timidly, feeling extremely stupid.

"What? Oh. The timeline would have reset and I wouldn't of been able to use your power to remember the last timeline."

"So... the experiment that happened in the last timeline would have happened again? And you wouldn't of remembered anything?"

"Precisely."

I clench my jaw feeling guilty. Now that my father knows about Y/N, she could get hurt.

"Now son, I want you to stay still." He instructs making me squeeze my eyes shut.

It can't be as bad as last time right?

If I just let this all play out, I might be able to see Y/N again.

I need to see her again.

I can feel the metal underneath me shake. Is that supposed to happen?

"God dammit. Not again." I hear my dad say angrily in the background.

It's the last thing I hear before an electric like burn hits my body.

It hurts so much, I can't even scream. My breath is stuck in my throat.

All I can do is watch as my vision go blurry, then eventually, I can see the white dots appear again before it all goes black.

I wake up, the metal cuffs no longer keeping me hostage.

"Brother?" Papy says as he's taps my arm.

I sit up slowly, and once again I'm greeted by Papys shocked face.

"I know." I say to him before getting up and looking in the mirror to see that the cracks on my skull where still the same.

olleh?

Dad?

skool ekil ev'uoy detirehni ym doog skool

I shake my head, not liking that I could hear my dad talking to me.

"Is there something wrong brother?" Papy asks quietly.

I look at my reflection.

"Everything is wrong with me." I mutter, and before I know it, I fall onto my knees and cry.

It felt so good.

The cold tiles against my bones, my tears freezing in comparison to my warm face.

tahw a yrc ybab

Shut up

Now I have a personal devil in my head? That helps sooo much.

"No! Sans don't cry! I think you look beautiful!" Papy says as he gets on his knees and hugs me.

Through my pain and sorrow, I manage a smile.

How could my brother be so joyful, when everything around him was hate? I admired him for that.

"Thank you Papy." I whisper.

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"I'm going out Papy!" I shout up the stairs.

"DON'T DO ANYTHING BAD OKAY? BE BACK BEFORE 1AM!" Papy shouts from his room.

"Kay mum!" I shout back jokingly before walking out the front door.

The refreshing cold breeze brushes across my face and I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

I've been visiting the purple door everyday since I've been out of my fathers lab.

It's driving me insane.

I just wanna see Y/N.

I pull out I cigarette and light it, before putting the thing between my teeth.

I've been going through 3 of these packets a day now. It helps me stop thinking, to take a break from reality.

Papy is used to me leaving late at night, but I've always come back to him. I would never leave him alone for more than 6 hours- and he knows that.

It wouldn't be fair.

It's been hard though. Papy always worries about me and it hard to hide that I'm a complete train wreck.

My dads experiment had a huge impact on me this time. Before it was only really my looks and how I wanted to dress, but now it was different.

I was a cold person, isolating a lot of things. I have two friends.

Papy and Grillby.

I hang out there a lot and get drunk on my own in the corner.

I'm seen as some weird addict in Snowdin. I'm not really bothered, it stupid really.

I reach the weird gate thingy that Papy made a while ago. In this timeline, he wants to become part of the Royal Guard for some reason...

I walk through the bars and closer to the door to hear sobs coming from a boy slumped on the floor.

He had brown hair that went to his shoulders and a purple and yellow jumper. His hands were buried in the white snow.

"Frisk?" I call out and flick my cigarette somewhere.

He's startled, and looks up at me in shock. His cheeks are red from crying and there were still tears streaming down his face.

He looks way older though.

"H-how do you know my name?" He asks groggily.

I can tell he wants to back away and run.

"Don't run, I'm gonna help you." I say with a caring face as reach my hand out.

He takes my hand, hesitant (He's probably frightened of the hole in my hand...), but I pull him up and hug him.

He's goes stiff and I can feel his heart beating really fast against my chest.

"I won't let anything happen to you Frisk, I promise." I whisper.

Frisk cautiously wraps his arms around me, feeling slightly more comfortable, even though I'm pretty sure he's extremely confused.

I pull away and tell him to follow me. He nods then wipes his eyes and does as he's told.

"Where are we going?" He asks, his voice more chirpy than before. I can see that his face is red, but its probably because he's been crying.

"My place. Your gonna live there from now on." Frisks face lights up and I can feel myself smiling.

gniees as ksirF emac tuo tsirf, ebyam N/Y tnow emoc

My breath hitches at the thought and I fumble around with my jean pocket, searching for another cigarette.

"What are you looking for?" Frisk asks confused.

"This." I say as I pull out my cigarette and show it to Frisk.

I light it and savour the relief it gives me.

"That's cool." Frisk says as he watches the smoke come out of my nose.

When Frisk was younger, he liked to catch the smoke with his hands. He liked the way it just passed by and then disappeared into thin air.

Obviously, he's not 10 right now.

"How old are you?" I ask, wondering how old the boy actually is.

"I'm fourteen, you?" He says with a smile.

There's only a year between us? There used to be six...

"I'm fifteen." I reply.

"Cool!" He exclaims happily. "By the way, has it always been this cold here?" He asks as he rubs his arms.

"Here." I say as I take off and hand my black jacket over to Frisk.

"Are you sure you won't get cold?" He asks. There's a hint of worrybin his eyes.

"I'm used it it." I say as I wrap my leather jacket around him.

He slots his arms through the holes and looks at me before saying shyly, "Thank you."

I chuckle.

"Don't go gay on me now." I say jokingly. Even though it's dark out, I notice Frisks face go red.

We walk in silence until I can see the house. It was dark, so I didn't need to worry about Frisk being seen by other monsters.

I was about to open my mouth to say that we were almost there, when Frisk asks, "What's your name?"

"My name is Gaster Sans, but you can call me Sans."

A/N: Okay I low key ship Sans and Frisk.

(Maybe a lot but like ima keep that to myself)

Don't worry though, it won't affect the story.

Btw are you guys enjoying the story? Like do you find it confusing or do you understand what's going on? Please let me know!

-sansisnotonfire ❤️